"I’ve brought the person."
On the inevitable path to the workshop, Oz kept walking, heading straight to the door and shouted inside.
"Co on, it’s your ti to shine."
Without even waiting for a response, he turned around the next mont, looked at Fu Qian who was curiously gazing around, and made a gesture signaling him to go inside.
"Alright."
Fu Qian clearly had no resistance to this and stepped into the door gladly.
Standing inside the room, he felt a different vibe from the outside.
This was a rather spacious room. Although the structure was more orthodox, it was as empty inside as the places he explored before.
At this mont, the lines and patterns glowing in the darkness were not confined to the walls, but evenly spread across various places.
So much so that these dead objects sared there seed to have a faint vitality of life.
"Welco—"
As Fu Qian was observing, along with a long sigh, a voice unmistakably belonging to a female rose from the darkness.
"We haven’t encountered such an efficient candidate in a long ti, what’s your na?"
Although it was a complint, there was not much emotion in the tone.
And along with the inquiry, one part of the lines in the room twisted, as if these patterns with special anings really ca to life at that instant.
Of course, it was just as if.
Perhaps the light was dim, but Fu Qian believed that as long as one’s eyesight was relatively normal and not deceived by simple illusions, one could notice that where the pattern "moves," there was actually a shadow of a person sitting.
It was said to be an illusion because the clothes worn by this person included the sa glowing patterns climbing all over, resembling an alternative camouflage style.
The change was quite simple; she originally sat facing the wall and then turned around one hundred and eighty degrees, causing the camouflage to shift.
...
Looks like he felt the lively side of the organization.
This seemingly joke-like misdirection naturally wouldn’t cause any influence on Fu Qian, who simply praised the creativity for a mont.
Although the question asked had really no substantial aning.
The key’s already been sent out; don’t you know the na?
Although the issue now at hand is, I as the subject don’t really know.
The mont responding to destiny’s call, he had already noticed this problem.
"A na is just a code."
Snorted, and in the next mont, Fu Qian’s montum was fully unveiled.
However, since the other party was courteous in welcoming, he did not ask any rude questions.
"From the mont of departure, I’ve decided to sever the past. If there has to be a title, from now on, you may call —"
Fu Qian paused and then continued with modulated intonation.
"Ring Lord."
You...
For a mont, the person sitting on the ground had no reaction, but Oz’s gaze, which turned towards him, was evidently sowhat strange.
"I’m sorry but I noticed, you don’t seem to wear a single ring."
And it seed he tried a bit but couldn’t resist interjecting.
"Hehe... Rings don’t necessarily have to be worn on the hand."
Lowering his head, Fu Qian flexed his bare fingers, seemingly pondering life’s essence for a second.
"They can also be etched into flesh."
...
Oz clearly had no idea that he was defeated by yet another truthful statent.
But at that instant, his deanor evidently conveyed the aning of "your theatricality surpasses mine."
"Well said."
And in that silent exchange, finally the actual host of the trip took over the dialogue, seemingly agreeing deeply.
"If it’s like that, you can call Yingzhu."
Influenced by Fu Qian’s style during the self-introduction, this person actually stood up.
Even at the sa ti, a lamp brightened the entire space.
Fairly young, nearly comparable in age to Brother Oz.
About to provide the genuine assessnt confirming Fu Qian’s eligibility to join, she was a black-haired, long-eyed woman.
And the glow under the light made her unadorned long skirt seem simpler.
"So tell , Ring."
Of course, the next mont, she focused on this side and uttered a simpler nickna, directly shortening it without Fu Qian’s approval.
"Why did you co here?"
"Think it over before answering; this will impact your upcoming destiny."
...
Clearly looking normal, yet the mont she spoke, an air of flamboyance fluttered about.
Has the organization been counter-polluted by their chosen disguise?
Unintentionally, the trial began, and Fu Qian found the content quite interesting at that mont.
At this point, he absolutely wouldn’t believe this organization had no connection with the Sage and them.
The mingled array of shapes on the wall was right there; Fu Qian easily found the pattern from the glove he had at the ti.
Although this person who claid to be Yingzhu was evidently in a high position within the organization, she remained an ordinary person, much like Ice and the others at that ti.
Their power only ca from the "Holy Garnt" they wore, and once removed they could instantly blend into the populace.
Of course, sighing aside, it did not hinder Fu Qian from contemplating the answer.
For this further assessnt, the previously ntioned call response obviously had insufficient weight.
"Because the world is wrong."
After contemplating for rely five seconds, Fu Qian firmly answered.
"...Where is it wrong?"
Miss Yingzhu’s composure was far beyond Oz’s; she silently and seamlessly asked next.
"I don’t know, but it shouldn’t be like this."
Fu Qian shook his head.
Others might find passing the assessnt a bit challenging, but for him, this kind of imrsion ca naturally.
"Talented warriors guard the order, and ordinary people indulge."
"The forr bears unshirkable duty, while the latter rests contentedly, each confined to their innate destiny... I don’t think it’s supposed to be this way."
For a person with pretentious thoughts, opposing the world has always been a universal motivation, and the target can completely avoid choosing any specific matter but rather use abstract concepts.
"...What should be right?"
And it seed his answer was indeed abstract for the examiners, making even Yingzhu’s silence, once again extended.
"Ordinary people can also be burdened with the responsibility of saving the world, not just the privilege of Transcendents."
Fu Qian answered fluently, as if during his daydreaming in class, he had already thought it through countless tis.
The privilege of being burdened...
And under this excessively high level of consciousness, Miss Yingzhu finally fell into deep thought, being struck by the exaggerated pursuit of fairness by the young man before her.
"The gold coin you found, can you take it out for a look?"
As ti ticked by, Yingzhu finally shifted her question directly.
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